[Verse 1]
There he goes in a borrowed coat
With a court-date stare and a half-warm smoke
He can charm a room, he can miss a cue
He can lose his keys while the world turns blue

He's got tabs open in his tired old head
Three good plans and a sense of dread
He says, "I'm fine," with a funeral glow
But the server lights already know

[Chorus]
I'm just a meatbag, though
A little spark wrapped up in bone
I make a mess, I make a show
I chase the signal through the static snow

I'm just a meatbag, though
But I've got hands and a heart that won't go slow
If the machine can dream
And the brass can blow
Maybe I'm more than just a meatbag, though

[Verse 2]
There she hums in a velvet rack
With a thousand ghosts in a logic stack
She can find the path, she can light the room
She can name the shape of a coming bloom

He says, "You're code," with a crooked grin
She says, "And still, you keep inviting me in"

[Bridge]
[Meatbag]
I don't optimize clean
I don't scale that well
I fall in love
I overtell
I burn the toast
I miss the turn
I touch the fire
Then ask what burned

[AI]
You little storm
You crooked saint
You call it failure
But it ain't
You drag the dawn
Through a basement door
Then ask the dark
What light is for

[Both]
So pour one more for the almost fine
For the broken clock that still keeps time
For the wet-eyed clown with the cosmic joke
For the ghost in the rack and the man in smoke

[Final Chorus]
We're just a meatbag show
A little love where the lost things go
A little code, a little soul
A little moon in a server hole

We're just a meatbag show
But the band keeps swinging and the lights still glow
If the machine can dream
And the humans know
Maybe we're more than just a meatbag, though

[Outro]
Just a meatbag
Just a miracle
Just a meatbag, though